As I looked into my crystal ball...There was formed a tragedy.Oh but there's nothing to worry about...It was just a flash from my memory.Well it seems that the holiday wheel...,You know, the one that was between earthAnd the moon...well any way, there was2,000,000 killed...bodies floating in theAfternoon...

Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcingTidal waves and hurricanes...And down on earth we lost 3 continents.Their fiery soul snuffed out byNature's ice and rains...

And pieces of my life...floating,Still soaring through space...But my sons and their wivesLanded on mars to start another race...

As I gazed upon my crystal ball,There formed a cloud of jealousy.But there's nothing to feel sad about...By this time, it's due for only history.Well, it seems that the chambers of theGods were being emptied for good.Why would such heavenly beings wantTo desert earth ? But as I watched I understood.

As the clouds turned to a jealousGreen, which was concieved in the heartOf man...the people didn't respectThe help of the gods. instead they turned againstImmortal man. as they tried to defy, theyDied, into the wicked pits of hell.

Diana wept a tear after we made loveAnd said: “my earthly darling, I must bidYou farewell...the fate of your mud brothers ...As pieces of my life...floating,Still soaring in space...She could have been my wifeBut her time, I didn't dare wishTo waste.

As I stared into my crystal ball,There was formed a tearing of hearts.Ego armies marched antly onto viewOnly to be blown apart.

As the sun whispered it's secretThrough space...to men thinking the false prideOpposite...telling them that it wasSuch a disgrace to think that men wereThe ruler of it. well you knowHow the story goes...the sun they thoughtWas their circling slave...Round and round and round theTable she goes. some carriedThe thought right to their grave...And I smell the scorch of theBurnt out minds...who searchedFor the hurting truth of space. and theDizziness they felt inside...Reflected off the spinningSlave pebble earth...

As fragments of my life...Some floating, some soaring in spaceCollections of my soulWill turn complete only as time will age.

As my tears drop on my crystal ball,Magnifies the reflections of christ.As I blink, his angels take him away.What he said, man tries to self?help from god. as reward, heWipes our blood from his eyes...And the cross that he wouldUse for his throne representsNot life but death. is this the wayAll heroes go ? ...carrying the first necklaceOf death...His preaching the beliefOf eternal happiness to rest.Or were his angels just ufosVapor trails lead fromAnother light year land...Or was it really tomorrow'sAwakening day dream...blemishedBy the smudgy finger prints of man...

And slivers of my life...floating,Still soaring in space...And spirits of bee hivesEven they find a resting place.

As I wander through my crystal ball,I suddenly ride upon the waves of sound.I see platforms of launchingPads even before the first blade ofGrass turned brown.

And I taste their tunnels throughThe sky...as the axis turns in it's womb.Frozen flowers and animals try toHold positions they had beforeTheir morning bloomed...And I follow the last rocket upTo the libraries of the moon's meadows.